战暑-Battling the Heat

晌午蓝天下，飘髯挥拍人。

狂奔鞭狡兔，细削舞纶巾。

声隆如击鼓，汗滴似烧薪。

人谓翁飚壮，自知膝痛真。

归来弥勒坐，对帖拢鬚茵。

 

Beneath the noon's azure sky,
A bearded man swings his racket high.

Chasing the ball in flight,
Dancing with his scarf so light.

Groaning like thundering in the air,
Sweat drips as burning fuel's glare.

They praise the old man's fiery might,
Yet his aching knees know the true plight.

Returning home, he sits at ease,
Combing his beard facing ink breeze.